Love Everlasting
by StarsOfThePast
Summary: Iceland never wanted to believe that this was happening to her, But it really was. But in the end he was going to be there for her. Right until the end. OC!FAROE ISLANDS! AU! Written 518zombieddreams on deviantART!  she roleplays


Faroe was worried. She had noticed lately that her country wasn't doing very well at all and her population seemed like it was getting smaller and smaller as the days went by, it was starting to scare her greatly, but she wasn't sure what to do to save herself from all this happening. All she could do was watch as her people and everything else around her suffered.

What made things worse was that she was feeling sicker and sicker everyday, she wasn't stupid, she knew she was dying but she was dying slowly both inside and outside.

As she walked looking down with a lost expression she tried to think of a way to break this to her family. She had tried to tell Denmark and Norway earlier that day. But in the end she just couldn't do it. Sitting down on a nearby rock she wondered wither not telling them had been the right choice or not. Swallowing the lump in her throat she decided that she wouldn't tell any of her family what was going on. She couldn't even begin to think of the expressions on any of her siblings faces when she died suddenly. She wanted to remember them the way they were before without seeing the sadness. And she wanted them to remember her as she was before her eyes closed.

Not to far away Iceland had been taking a hike, it was nice to get away from the bustle of people that made too much noise and demanded things out of you. He took deep breathes of the fresh air and smiled slightly as the wind rushed through his hair in a brusque manner. Seeing the end of the trail he was on he gave a sigh and shrugged his shoulders to himself. He started to whistle a bouncy tune as he stepped onto a street and immediately stopped…It was grey…a dismal colour of helplessness that seemed to hang over the area in a depressing shroud. His eyes stared out in confusion as he shivered and looked up and down the street. There was no one, save for the single figure that walked head-down in the distance. But catching a glimpse of a familiar hair colour sent him into a sprint towards them.

"Faroe!" He shouted in hopes to catch her attention. He sped up to catch his sibling, his breath coming out in short pants. "Faroe wait!" He shouted again at a closer distance, this time he was sure that she had heard him.

Once Faroe had enough rest from sitting on the rock, she had began to walk down the street looking straight ahead to scared and horrified by the fact that she was the only person in sight at this very moment. The sky was dark, grey and the weather was starting to get cold and windy. The more her country suffered the more she felt herself slipping away from the world, she was sure she heard the sound of a voice calling her name from be hide her, she turned her head trying to see clearing who had shouted, but she seemed to be going blind in both her eyes, they were both a very light shade of blue until they almost looked white, all Faroe could see was a running blob in the distance making her eyes widen becoming more frightened when she realised that her time was coming short. A sudden boom of lightning made her jerk violently looking towards the sky as the clouds gathered together and rain started to pour down harshly, in response the Faroese teenager stared at the sky with her mouth slightly opens in aware. "T...This can't be happening to me..." her lips mouthed the words. But no voice passed her lips.

Iceland flinches at the sudden onslaught of rain and continues to dash towards Faroe. Within a few feet he slows to a stop and pants to catch his breath.

"F-Faroe? What are you doing in the rain?" He gives a weak laugh and takes a few more moments to catch his breath, watching her carefully. There was something…off… He didn't know what it was, but the summarization of her posture and how her eyes didn't quite seem to see him in that moment that she had glanced at him. It was strange. Not that his sibling was a normally bouncy person, but she had a brightness all her own, that brightness that seemed to be dimmed at the moment. He raised an eyebrow at the realization and wondered if had to do anything with the trouble her land was experiencing. But as the heavy pour of water continued to bear down them he was brought out of his thoughts and to the present where she was mouthing something to the sky. He frowned in concern.

"Faroe…why don't we head somewhere dry? We wouldn't want to catch colds and have to rely on our brothers to take care of us now would we?" He gives a half-hearted laugh in his poor attempt of humour. He quickly grows quiet and watches her with deep concern in his eyes… If she was suffering from what her land was experiencing…why hadn't she told anybody? They would help her through thick and thin…no matter what the problem was. "…Faroe?..."

She blinks still staring at the sky as the rain started to soak her clothes and make her hair stick to her head limply, finally she looked down to face her sibling looking almost like she just crawled out of a grave.

"Hm...? No...No we wouldn't..." She replies to his question her lips completely in a straight line while her eyes stayed the same, even with him right in front of her it was hard to tell just who she was talking too, she blinked once again as the rain gripped down her chin starting to remember by hearing the sound of his voice and the tone.

"...Iceland?" she asked rather unsurely, reaching out to grab hold of him and stumbled over smacking into the concrete pavement. She gasped as she fell onto her front and keeps herself laying there while looking around with her dead eyes at the deserted streets that had once been her home. After awhile she laid her head back against the floor

"Gone..." She whispers her eyes half closing slightly; she pressed her hands against the floor forcing herself to stand up to her feet. She lost her balance for a second then got it back quickly looking around wildly wondering why her eye sight was so bad, is this what dying for a country was suppose to be like? You just started to lose sense of everything around you? If that was the reason Faroe didn't like it. She just wished that dying was simple for countries. Whimpering pathetically she lost her balance falling forward almost wishing she had just drop dead. Almost.

The Icelandic gasps at watching her struggle and lurches forward and to grasp at her after the second time she fell. "Faroe! Oh god, something's wrong isn't it?" He bites his lip hard and murmurs something incoherently to himself. And with sift resolve he removed his brown jacket and wrapped it around her front before he hooked his arm underneath her knees and wrapped his other around her shoulders and lifted her close to his chest. He looked down at her and kissed the crown of her head.

"Whatever is going on, you need to tell me when I get you to someplace dry." He doesn't wait for her reply before taking off in a run, his eyes squinting to keep the harshly pouring rain out. He doesn't say anything for a long time while he's looking for anyplace that seemed to be open, but he keeps worriedly looking down at Faroe. She seemed so tiny and light in his arms…he scowled at the bad feeling that was rising from the pit of his stomach and looked around again. He squinted harshly again and took off in a sprint, because through the grey haze he had saw the lights of a Motel…and their door had just opened and shut, shelter!

Faroe blinked clinging onto the boy feeling her eyes start to flutter slightly beginning to feel tired and sleepy, she gasps forcing her eyes to stay open not wanting to fall asleep, because who knew if she would ever wake up again, she made an awkward noise in the back of her throat as she was carried towards a Motel "Hmm...?" she looked blinking at the lights unsure what to make of it, She feels Iceland shiver when he dashes into the dry lobbing looking rather like a drowned rat and feels her body shake slightly.

Iceland looks around the deserted lobby. Well it was strange, but he didn't have time to stand on formality's sake and wait for a receptionist. Instead he walks behind the counter still carrying Faroe and shifts his hold on her so that she was leaning more on his chest as he grabbed a key for an empty room. He would apologize and pay whenever the receptionist came back...but he couldn't stop himself from feeling a sense of urgency as he hurried down the hall, his wet boots and soaked clothing leaving a dripping trail behind them as he searched for the room.

Faroe muttered to herself keeping her head against his chest not quite sure what else to do or say, she felt far to weak and tired to really do anything at all. She blinked a few more times feeling water run down her face from her soaking wet hair, she pulls the jacket her sibling wrapped around her shoulders trying to keep warm looking up slowly while blinking her eyes confused and curious to what he was planning to do. Watching as he wrestles with the key to open the door, once that feat is done he kicks it shut behind him and walks over to the bed and places his sibling down gently. "Hold on, I'll go get the towels from the bathroom." He says clearly while grabbing her shoulders, he hoped that his imagination was making the situation worse...but Faore's face seemed to be an unhealthy shade of grey...he swallowed a lump that was forming in his throat and rushes to get the towels he promised and hurried back to her.

Faroe lay on the bed waiting for him to return with the towel and lay her head weakly back onto the bed pillows staring at the ceiling "..." she blinked her eyes for a few seconds until they slowly slide shut "...hn..." she slowly opened her eyes again until they completely opened up "...? w-wha..." her eyes widened in panic. If her eyes were open how come she couldn't see?

"...FUCK! FUCK FUCK! I CAN'T SEE, I CAN'T SEE!" she starts screaming, her once blue eyes had turned ghostly white and dead, she jerks around on the bed hiding her face into the covers trying to hide herself.

He nearly jumps out of his skin when he hears her scream and he runs back the pile of towels thrown out of the way halfway to the bed. "Faroe! Faroe what's wrong!" He grabs at her shoulder to turn her around and to look at her face, he had heard what she had said...but the dread was rising up his throat creeping along with the bile that now tainted the taste in his mouth. He pulled her to face up right and places gentle-but firm- hands on either side of her face. "Faroe, you need to tell me what's wrong. Right now."

Faroe whimpered when he puts his hands on her face and tried looking at him which was proving to be very difficult when she was now lost in darkness and seemed to be staring right past him "I...Iceland I..." hot tears fill her eyes as she breaks down "I..I'm..." she choked "I'm dying..."

He stared at her in shock and disbelief. He wanted to believe that it was just some kind of cruel joke, some elaborate prank that she had cooked up, but the sincerity of her voice and the tears told him otherwise. "..What?" He managed to choke out, his own eyes stinging as he stayed there holding her face.

"…W-why? How?" He bit his lower lip and gave her a long pained stare, although her eyes couldn't see it, the stinging in his eyes had grown intolerable as they started to spill as he blinked.

"…why didn't you tell us?" He was shamelessly crying as well, making his whispered words quiver and shake, "We would of helped you…I…we…would have…prevented…this…" His voice cracks as he looks at her solemnly and pulls her into a tight hug, not even bothering to flinch at their wet cold clothing. His eyes rolled upwards to stare at the ceiling as if imploring God to change what she had said…but he knew a pleading look would do little to nothing…so he just held her closer for a moment, shaking from crying and shivering from staying in his saturated outfit.

Faroe whined trying to stop herself from crying while reaching her arms out helplessly trying to hug him back after a few failed attempts she finally manages to grab onto the back of his shirt and lay her head on his shoulder "I...I tried to tell Denmark earlier about this…But the idiot was too happy and I couldn't..." she sobs "I couldn't bring myself to tell him that I was dying..." she rubbed her face against his shoulder shivering "As much as the Dane likes to believe I hate him, I don't...I...just couldn't tell him...how could I tell him that his little søster was just going to disappear?" she gasped for breath looking around trying to see, but of course it was pointless as she was forever to be lost in the endless darkness. "I just...I didn't want any of you too know I was in pain...I...I just wanted you all to remember me before all this happened...I didn't think…Any of you could s-save me...and now...it's too late..." more tears spilled from her white blinded eyes.

"..." He opens his mouth to respond but hesitates a moment, in the silence he simply raises a hand and presses it against her tear-stained cheek and leaned forward so that their foreheads were touching."...didn't you think we would be even more concerned and scared if you were just suddenly gone?..." He shivers but other wise doesn't move. "...and please don't say it's too late..." Iceland swallows harshly, his mind still trying to accept that this wasn't some elaborate hoax as he frowns bitterly, his arms had ghostly goose bumps making him shiver...they needed to change out of their rain-soaked clothes. "...don't say it's too late, because we still have right now..." He clears his throat and pulls back to retrieve the towels he had abandoned on the floor a few feet away.

She didn't bother to blink and just limply fell down back onto the bed curling up into herself with a small sniff shivering from the soaking wet clothes she wore, "...I guess so...But...I just..." she couldn't quite think the words up in her head and instead her expression turned guilty until a sudden strike of lightning made her jerk violently curling up tighter, "So Dark, So Dark...so lonely..." she starts crying again scared about been able to see anything anymore or see any light.

"It is too late...I can already feeling myself slipping away, it's happening slowly...very slowly..." the platinum blonde shivers starting to break out into broken cries "J-Just when I was happy...JUST when...I started making friends...when people started to accept me for me...people began...loving me" her mouth opens starting to make whimpering sounds.

"WHY GOD? WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH! "She screamed loudly while looking at the ceiling though it stays a black space within her eyes "Just kill me, just kill me, and get it over with!" she whispers harshly. Starting to loose grip on herself, all insanity fading away.

Picking up the towels Iceland glares back at her, an angry heat rising to his face...he stomps back over to the bed side and hurls the towel down and pulls at Faroe's arm to forcing her to lie on her back. He roughly shakes her shoulders with a tight grip while hovering over her.

"Faroe! FAORE! I need you to listen to me. Just listen to my voice." His voice is strained from the emotions running rampant through his veins. "I don't care if you think it's too late! Because it's not, as soon as I get you dry I'm calling for an ambulance! You're going to get help! And you're going to be fine, but you have to listen to me!" His breath comes out in angry pants from half yelling in her face. If it were any other situation, if she had said anything other than that in this situation he would be mortified with his actions, but he needed her to pay attention, he needed her to not think like that.

"Don't give up...don't...not yet..." His voice was starting to lower in volume as his grip on her shoulders softened, the trembling had returned. "C'mon, give it a good fight..." he trailed off but stared intently at her face for her reaction. No, he would not have her giving up on herself.

Faroe turned her head to the side starting to breath heavily laughing almost bitterly at him "A-ahh...do you really...think that will help..?" her mouth opens as she gasps feeling her chest moving up and down rapidly "Y-you saw out on the streets...my people are gone. I would be surprised if anyone else is left alive..." she mutters, her insanity gone and never to return again. She squirms under her sibling in attempt to get away which was proving to be useless right now when her body was so weak "I really would..." she whispers. All he could do was stare at her

Intently, although it seemed as though she wouldn't be able to see it, he certainly hoped that she could feel his gaze, and said nothing. Instead he sat up, keeping an eye on her as he reached for the towel; he tossed it on top of her head and ruffled it so that it would absorb the water that clung to her hair before dropping it down and around her shoulders.

"C'mon...let's get you dry and warm." He said simply in a soft tone and turned to pick up a second towel he had left on the floor and began to dry his own hair before beginning to remove his soaked boots, shirt and pants and glancing back at Faroe.

She paused feeling as her hair was ruffled around into messy waves around her shoulders and a towel been placed there. She pressed her lips together in a straight line before slowly pushing herself up by her elbows, she reached up with one hand grabbing the towel wiping her wet face with it starting to sniff harshly and sneeze with a frown on her face "..." she swallowed the lump in her throat, her head drooping forwards as she dried her curls of hair once again until they felt fluffy and dry."...I can't change clothes." she says obviously Making Iceland blink with a rather blank face "I know that, But you still need to get out of those wet clothes." He runs the towel over his chest and legs trying to dry off what had seeped through his clothes before abandoning it on the floor and walking over to her and kneeling at the bedside. He waited a moment before grabbing the towel from her and rubbing it against her arms as if to motivate her. "C'mon I don't want you to catch a cold..." He half-heartedly chuckled forcing a rather awkward smile on his face; although she couldn't see it with her eyes- nothing stopped her from seeing it tactile.

Blinking twice, Faroe puts her hand over the towel trying to wipe her arms which was proving a lot earlier then she thought it would be, but then again it was her own body she was touching so it wasn't all that hard. "Hmm..." she keeps rubbing at her arm trying to hold her head up though it ended up staying drooped forward feeling to weak and tired to even try anymore, she was loosing all hope which was making her county suffer more until she was nearly falling of the bed.

He notices her slipping and catches her by the shoulders, he gives a sad look. She wasn't lying…he knew this now…but he wished that she wasn't fading so quickly. "Here, I'll help." He whispered as he steadied her upright again and began to pull off her blue shawl and tossed it to the side. He paused a moment and glanced up at her…he couldn't imagine what it felt like, her skin was pale and already within the time he had heard the devastating news she looked thinner to him, more sickly…

He started biting his lip looking away from her face. No, he'll be strong for her, and he'd stay that way for as long as she needed him. He cleared his head of all thoughts except his resolution and undid Faroe's dress. "Okay, this is where you help me help you." Feeling her whole body stiffen at the sudden bold movement "Ahh...Alright..." she mutters her voice quiet and filled with tiredness. She lifted her head straight trying to keep awake, starting to tug at her dress to take it off, her hands shaking violently in attempt to undo the dress from her body. She scowls tugging a bit harder with her slim and thin fingers until it finally becomes loose falling down around her feet. Although still solemn he can't help that his cheeks feel as though they have been set aflame. Clearing his throat he grabs the towel and dries her off as non-obtrusively as he can be. When he finishes he tosses the towel across the room and pulls back the covers of the bed and eases her in between the sheets and makes sure they are wrapped around her securely and bends down so that he can speak softly near her ear. "Do you want a glass of water?" The flush in his cheeks had faded and a depressed gleam settled in his eyes.

Shaking her head slowly from side to side to say no, Faroe turned her head slightly too where she heard his voice trying her best to look into his eyes. With a slight smile on her face "Nej..." She lays back against the pillows her eyes half lidding slowly "Just...stay h-here with me…" She mutters starting to feel all her energy and spirit fade away from her being, her eyes slide further shut as she lets out a bitter laugh "I...I guess this is goodbye, huh..?" she had meant it to be a statement, though it came out more of a question. keeping her head faced towards her sibling trying to smile bravely at him "I just...didn't think I would be saying goodbye so quickly..." her fragile and broken voice starting to trail away feeling her chest tighten uncomfortably. It felt like her heart was been smashed into tiny pieces

He took a sharp breath in…forgetting his plans to call for the hospital and sits on the edge of the bed, with a gentle hand he sweeps some of her hair out of her face. "I wouldn't dream of leaving you…" He swallows with some difficulty and slowly lies down next to her and wraps an arm around her waist. "But hey…it's not good-bye quite yet; I still have some things to say…so you better listen." He pauses and finagles his other arm around her and pulls her close to his chest as he takes deep slow breaths to calm himself before speaking again. "You know there was this one time I was visiting a hospital for some reason or another…I can't remember anymore…but there was this one nurse and I remember something she said…I didn't understand what she meant at the time, and for a very long time…but I get it now." He shivers and tucks her head under his chin, trying to bring inner peace to the turmoil that was fluttering about in his heart. "She said 'no matter who you are, if you are rich or poor, weak or strong, we all need to be held at least twice in our lives. Once when we are born and once more when we leave'…so…I'm not going anywhere right now." He frowned bitterly at himself as the room grew quiet except for the sounds of their breathing.

"H-hey…do you want to hear a poem?" He didn't really wait for a reply…he wanted to recite this to her…a poem that he had scribbled on the back of a photo he had snagged out of Faroe's wallet…he had planned on giving her the next time he saw her, but he hadn't planned on it being the last time. "'If a single tear fell from your eyes into the ocean, and then washed up on some far and distant shore, I would still recognize that teardrop, for in the end that tear would still be yours'". He tightened his hold around her as he bit his lip deep in a frown. This couldn't really be the end could it? He clenched his eyes shut as he began to wonder…to pray to God that some miracle would be granted, that she would start to breathe easier and the colour would return to her cheeks, and her vision restored…some miracle that deep down he knew wouldn't happened but he still silently prayed. "Faroe…ó guð, Faroe…please don't go…Ég ætla að sakna þín svo mikið." His voice quivered but he stayed there, holding her close to him, he would be strong for her as long as she needed him to be.

In response Faroe clung back to him blinking her eyes as the tears began to slowly roll her pale face listening to his words feeling her heart beat faster and faster as she heard the tail and poem that he had wrote just for her, She could only press her head against his chest breathing deeply feeling some comfort from listening to his heart beat. She slowly lifted her head blinking her eyes spraying tears everywhere. This...This wasn't right. She wasn't ready to die just yet she wanted to live her life longer with her friends and family, and yet God had decided to take her away from everything that she cared about so suddenly by making all her people die and her home to become a shadowed forgotten piece of land never to be walked upon again. Faroe took a deep breath pressing her face against the older boy wondering why it had to happen like this, She really didn't want to go to heaven just yet...why wouldn't God just give mercy to her and let her stay with Iceland? With everyone else?... Why did fate have to be so cruel..?

"I-I-Iceland..i think...it's time..." she gasps feeling her eyes widen at the sudden stab of pain she felt in her heart and then began to spread across her whole body, she whimpered in agony making an expression. "I..I need to...say s-something..." she reached for his hand trying to find it, and when she finally found it she took hold of it with a light grip feeling to drained out to even hold it any firmer. "F-For such a..a long time...I felt like...no one u-understood me...like n-no one cared.." she started to cry again "B-But...then...we started t-too spend more time together. It started to feel l-less lonely with you there with m-me..." her eyes started to slide shut getting ready for her to fall into an endless sleep "W-we helped each o-other when we w...w...Were in pain...without y-you I would never have b-been happy, I meant n-not have shown I-it a lot, but...but I was...I was h-happy f-from the s-start and...The...end..."

The stab started to get worse making a distressed expression Faroe squeezed his hand lightly. Determined to finish what she was trying to say to him, holding out just a little longer.

"J-J-eg elsker dig...and Tak...for a-always been here..." her eyes slides shut completely "If...if I am ever reborn..i..would...l-like to b-be with y-you again, But..For Now this I-is farewell...Goodbye, Iceland..." taking a deep breath for the last time her breathing stopped along with the rest of her. Her hand turned limp in his own.

The country of Faroe Islands was no more.

Iceland was dumbstruck into silence and remained that way, he held her until he could tell the heat radiating between them was his…and his alone. Slowly opening his red-rimmed eyes he took a sharp breath in and squeezed her body closer as a sob erupted from his throat. She was gone, sure she still held her body against his, but what made her – the life that sparkled in her eyes as she made a doll, the hint of a smile on her lips at their family's antics, the way her face would heat up as somebody whispered some secret in her ear or as he caught her stare – that…that was all gone.

"Ó Guð…Why? Why!" He choked on his own voice and bit his lip before settling on letting his tears fall silently and listening to the storm outside. When the storm was over he would call the hospital, and then his family, and until then he waited…alone. For the next two weeks Iceland was in bed with pneumonia and a cold, but he recovered quickly…after that he remained in his room at home – the door was unlocked, however, it remained closed at all times. When he was informed that he missed the funeral ceremony by a single knock he at the door he only gave a short mumbled thanks and walked to the window and opened it. He leaned out and glanced down to the first floor and the garden outside as the breeze washed in and rustled over his face and tousled his hair. For the first time since he had been in an abandoned motel and held her…let himself think about how much he was missing her, so painfully much his heart tightened at the thought. He staggered back from the window and sat down at his desk, picking up the phone he dialled a number he knew from heart for staring at it for three weeks. After his brief phone call he set it down and turned his attention to an empty sheet of paper before him, with a wisp of a smile that had not been seen on his face since before her, he picked up a pen and began to write. The next day, against the advice of his family, he boarded on a private plane to land on a deserted island. He asked the pilot to stay there as he trekked up to a cliff's edge. There was a simple headstone with no name but a rune from the old language forgotten by most…but he could still read it. Kneeling down his fingers traced over the engraving as his other hand pulled out the letter he had written. With a nearby stone he pinned it down on the ground so that the wind wouldn't steal it away. He closed his eyes for a moment and breathed in the air, it was funny almost like he could smell…but he opened his eyes ignoring that thought, gave the simple headstone a swift kiss and walked back down to where the plane back home and the pilot were waiting on him.

'Faroe – How long has it been since I wrote you a letter? And I'm afraid my last attempt wasn't very good…so please forgive me. You know I'm not the most eloquent person when it comes to words, but now…it seems that this is the only way I can say all that I wasn't given the time to say then. First I'm going to get the boring political stuff out of the way, I've started a program, with Storebror's help as well as Sví, Finn, Dan, and Græn, we'll bring back people to your land. I'm in charge of preserving your culture. We don't know if this will bring you back, or bring somebody new, or…nothing at all. But, we're not forgetting you. I'm sure we'll never commit that crime, so reset at ease about that. Heh, remember how I told you I would miss you? I had no idea what I was talking about…it's terrible…but please don't worry if you are. I've got this program to remind me of your smile. Oh, and a reply to what you said to me last: Ég elska þig líka. Nei, þakka þér…for just being well, you. Until we met again…whenever that may be. With love, Iceland.

P.S. You're in big trouble for going before I could say goodbye…but I know that if I see you again I won't be able to hold that against you. And if I do see you again, I hope the first expression I see is that smile.'

And that's the end of the story. I hope you guys liked it even if it did contain an OC…anwho. Here are some notes on the Icelandic and Danish that was spoken within this story.

[Danish] Søster - Sister

[Icelandic] Ó guð – Oh god

[Icelandic] Ég ætla að sakna þín svo mikið - I'm going to miss you so much

[Danish] Jeg elsker dig – I love you

[Danish] Tak – Thanks.

[Norwegian] Storebror = big brother

[Icelandic] Sví, Finn, Dan, and Græn are shortened versions of: Svíþjóð, Finnland, Danmörk, Grænland (Sweden, Finland, Denmark, and Greenland)

[Icelandic] Ég elska þig líka = I love you too;

[Icelandic] Nei, þakka þér = No, thank you.

the nurse's quote and the poem quoted are from Trans-Siberian Orchestra's album storyline transcript.


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